Dead Man Walking Novels & Stories

Richard looked at me and cursed. "You both fucked up bad, Death is back and I suggest you fucking run," he yelled and ran back to his bedroom. I closed my eyes as the heartache consumed me and strode out the deck doors, heading out towards the beach. I ignored the yelling from Miguel. I only briefly saw him stand and that little prick falling to the floor. My darkness was expanding and twirling around me. A tall polynesian man threw a burlap tarp over me and said not to fight him, that he was Death's caretaker and would take me somewhere safe. Very well, I growled and allowed myself to be carried away. I felt the wood beneath my bare feet and the movement of the water further underneath. I w

Peter’s Haven, a once prospering and beautiful Christian town lying deep in the middle-east, now sleeps as a valley of unclaimed lost souls, for the deaths that took place leaving the valley flooded with bones. The sky stood still and the sun soaked in blood; a male figure holding a bleeding sack on one hand and a Seekers Squad member over his shoulder paces through the land blistering with withered trees – walking towards a great hall, the only structure in sight, for miles unending. The figure stops by the large door having the caving of a serpent which shook with each clanking sound, the door opened up on its own accord with the blast oh a horn, allowing the figure to step into the hall.

She’s 20 years old by now, surely she is a beautiful lady… same as my mother. My head is too occupied that I missed to see the traffic light changed into red, before I realized A sixteen-wheeler truck smash the left side of my car, like a lightning. I bounced many times and a blinding light covers me. There are people around me, a woman with a cherry lip and a figure of a man. I’ve been here before; I saw this before. That’s what my mind is telling me. I am trying to regain my consciousness as I try to figure out who is this woman holding me, or is there even a woman… am I dead? Who are they, they are speaking but my ears cannot hear. I try to be conscious but my eyes were heavy... I cannot

When she arrived she was greated by Sammy's friendly smile. "It's Zagan , he wants me dead. Diana , I can't believe she pulled the trigger. She was really willing to kill me. Ohh my God who can I trust? And the dream , the dream. What does it mean? I'm just so scared , so confused. I just can't believe he…" " That's your stop." The old man said. " Damn!" She notices she doesn't have money to pay the driver. Luckily she sees Sammy inside the restaurant and waves at him.

“I don’t want to leave you here. You might eat all of them.” “Do not you trust me?” “I don’t trust creatures like us.” The two started walking outwards. Hugo teleported with Raven and Damon down to where the dead people were. Hugo immediately checks their pulse rate. “They are still alive,” said Hugo. “Weak, but alive.” “Still alive?” Damon asked. They are overlap and all have wounds on the side. “Help ...” a man said softly at the bottom. “Dude, he’s still alive,” said Damon. Damon sat down and talked to the man. “We can’t get you out of the bottom. You all have wounds. ”

Greed was a disgusting disease, and it made no sense to me, and maybe me not fully understanding it was a blessing. We pulled to a complete stop before I opened the doors and stepped out of the undercover police car. I pulled my jacket into myself as the harsh winter wind whipped around us. Shoving my hands in my pockets, giving Piper a quick nod. The other two police cars pulled in behind us. We walk up to the large etched glass doors. I reached forward and pushed the doorbell. A loud chime that sounded like church bells rang louder than necessary. A heartbeat later, a maid opened the door stepping aside to allow us to enter.

"My mom stayed over and messed it up, so I replaced it." He sounded totally normal. Not a crack in his voice. "Anyway, I booked us a place for tonight. Dress up, okay? I wanna see my gorgeous wife properly." I hung up, but the longer I sat with it, the worse it felt. Finally, I posted on social media: [Just got back from a six-month business trip. Found my hamster dead, lungs completely black. Suspect someone's been smoking at home—or worse. Should I suspect my husband of cheating?]

My death would already devastate her. I didn't want her to see me in this state, but I no longer had a physical body. All I could do was watch helplessly as the butler made the call. Soon, accompanied by the screech of brakes, Sarah stumbled into the room. I watched as her face filled with terror. "Melinda! My dear Melinda!" She cried out and rushed toward me. However, I was already a cold corpse. All I could do was watch as she collapsed beside me, her trembling hands reaching out to touch my disfigured face.

Eva said has she stopped walking, Jayne noticed she stopped walking and turned to her “I said you should open up to me, not some wild fantasies” “do I fantasize?, i am being serious with you right now, we both know there isn’t a logical reason for everything that is happening to me” “so you concluded you were a demon ?” “I was told I was a demon, I can’t really explain more because I don’t know more” Eva said walking towards Jayne, Jayne saw the seriousness in her eyes, she wanted to believe her but the thought of Eva being a demon was absurd, tho her beauty did seem to be beyond human but was being a demon an explanation

These past few days had taught her that resistance was useless. I sat in front of the chapel and began to lead the funeral rites. "The hour has come." I rose to my feet, my voice echoing through the open hall. "Lift the coffin." The words had barely left my mouth when frantic footsteps came pounding from outside. A woman stumbled in, caked in mud from head to toe. Her hair was a wild, tangled mess. It was Daphne. She had escaped from the crypt.